Some illusions...are the shadows of great truths.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.

The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.

But, all this while, I was giving myself very unnecessary alarm. Providence had mediated better things for me than I could possibly imagine for myself.

The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.

The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure - that is the choicest of all.

The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.